Thought I might risk one last Sunday morning swim with the young fella before Cirencester falls to the virus.
Despite the imminent demise of western civilisation I will continue to educate the lad in the great works of our time while I still can.
As the surviving children try and rebuild a life for themselves in the ashes of what once was, at least in his mind he'll have a memory of what humanity is capable of.
This subject of this mornings lesson was the music of Black Sabbath.
War Pigs and Children of the Grave went down particularly well on the way there but as we drove back home to construct the barricades and finish digging the well, the panic crept in, the throttle went down and I switched off Sabbath Bloody Sabbath in favour of Jim Steinmans rather naff but hugely popular anthem. It seemed the obvious choice.
They'll cut the internet soon I'm sure. The military is poised to impose martial law. This may be my last transmission. Sadly leaving the EU was just too little and too late but thanks to Nigel for trying to save us all.
God bless all of you on the good earth. Except maybe the chinese.
Good night and good luck
